Princess
First, I wasn’t welcome.
First, she thinks i’m dumb.
She don’t have time for me,
I’m just a baby.
On my way, she begins to like me.
On my way, I think I like her too.
She don’t know what to do with me,
I’m just a baby.
But now, I’m always with her.
Now, we’re never alone.
We can’t live without eachother.
I’m just a baby.
Her baby.
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| Auteur: FireFly | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 maart 2004 | ||
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